Ken Livingstone has got religion,
a private war against the pigeon.
Although these wildfowl love to coo,
Trafalgar Square’s their Waterloo;
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When efforts are redoubled
because you've lost your aim
you should feel very troubled,
for when you do the same
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When God said “Let there be some light! ”
divinely with His patter
creating Day One from the night,
He also made dark matter,
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Only on the firm foundation of despair
can habitations of the soul be built
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On the one hand lies wine,
on the other lies piety;
with thy hand in mine
ignore what society
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Skeptics who are plagued by doubts,
like Pharaoh, must beware lest God
resorts to miracles and flouts
the laws of nature, acting odd.
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How admirable the stately trees
that make no sound until a blast
of wind in autumn makes them sneeze,
as on the ground their leaves they cast.
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What you’re wearing after sex tells me
much more than what you wear before it.
The miniskirt before that lets me see
far up your legs is perfect, I adore it,
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I don’t know why good people wish
to act as though they’re bad,
and why you see the bad ones fish
for compliments, so glad
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Fast and funny, smart and very nimble
is his mind, the poet thinks,
making what is complicated simple,
mixing metaphors like drinks,
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